Michael Jackson Articles

In my opinion about Michael Jackson, he is one of few musicians who has a successful career despite whatever problems or mistakes he may have done in the past.

You have to understand that when he and his siblings form 'The Jackson 5', he became a favorite musician worldwide. I have listen some of his earliest songs to his last album when he passed away in 2009.

I am not a major fan of Michael Jackson, but he is one of many musicians that I listen to now and again whenever I am on YouTube.

You can also search some of his dance moves on YouTube by YouTubers who had tried out his moves, such as 'The Moonwalk', The Thriller', 'The Lean' and many more that I have not heard of myself.

There are a few songs that I do like from Michael Jackson when he was alive before his death.

Thriller, Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal, Earth Song, They Don't Care About Us, Black or White and Man in the Mirror

Hello everyone! My name is Brittania, and I am a huge MJ fan. Years ago, I use to write fanfiction on MJEOL forums, as MJsexybuddy, but that site no longer has active members. Recently, I have decided to start writing again, and it took me forever to find a good place to do so. I will be posting here to revise and finish out my old fanfictions. I hope you guys enjoy. :)

*~*~Chapter one: A Starlit Meeting~*~*

Epic's newest recording artist, Brianna Wilson, was in the recording studio laying down some tracks for her first album. It was late November 1986, a week from her 21st birthday.

She began to grow tired and decided she needed to go home to get some rest. She signaled for her producer to cut the music. Stepping out of the sound booth on to the red, plush ,carpet of the mixing room, she stretched with a soft yawn.

"That's all for tonight Jacob, I feel like I could fall out in the floor I'm so tired..."

She stood at about 5"6, sort of on the short side. Her long, black, hair hung just 4 inches below her shoulders. It was obvious she was exhausted because it showed in her hazel eyes. Grabbing her...

Looking for a good place to post and enjoy Michael Jackson fanfiction. I see a few have been posted here. Comment if you would like me to post some here, or if you know of any active forums or sites. I use to write "Love of a Lifetime" and "Nursing the Wound" on MJEOL forums as "Mjsexybuddy", The site is still up, but there is no activity on the site anymore. I loved writing Fanfiction, and I recently decided I would love to start writing again, but in a place I know it will be read and enjoyed.

“Michael, stop worrying over me, I’m fine,” Holly says with a tinge of annoyance as she rolls her eyes at Michael who keeps asking every two minutes if she is in any pain as they sit on the private airplane headed towards Houston. "Excuse me for just caring about you, Holly. But it's only been two weeks since your accident, and a few hours after being discharged from the hospital, now we are heading to Houston…I don't want you to push yourself." But the problem was Michael always knew Holly pushed herself, harder than anyone, including her mother and it worried him sometimes. For the past two weeks, everyday Holly has been pushing herself to get better sometimes putting herself through even more pain than she needed to but that was something she didn't tell Michael. Holly looks across at him and gives him a small smile. "Michael, Dr. Ashworth wouldn't have discharged me if he thought I was still in terrible shape. Trust me; I'm alright." Michael sighs looking out the window. "I can't reason with you," he mutters. She smirks, "Admit it, and if you could, it would be boring." "I'll bet your family is a piece of work too," he adds giving her a side-glance. “Do you really...

Michael is patiently waiting in their private villa that is reserved for Holly and him in Honolulu. One of the reasons he made sure to pick this place was its privacy and right now that was the critical thing they needed. He cannot wait to hold her in his arms, touch her again, feeling her skin, telling her that he loves her in person. Michael looks over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and realizes that Holly's plane should have landed twenty minutes ago, and she never called to say she was on her way. They always agreed to do that so that way the other could heave a sigh of relief knowing they were out of the air. To calm his nerves, Michael walks out onto the balcony that overlooks the Pacific Ocean showing beautiful crystal blue waters rippling in the tidal waves. If he looks hard enough, he can see a group of turtles circling together below. The sight makes him smile but something feels off, and he doesn't know what. Maybe it’s not understanding why Holly hasn't called him yet, but internally he is trying to act rationally. Maybe the plane didn't leave on time, and it's still in the air, or she just forgot. Yes, that just could be it. He sighs out loud and rubs the back...

Three weeks later on the eve before Michael leaves to finish the last leg of his tour with his brothers, Michael and Holly have been desperately trying to pretend everything is normal. But when Holly sees Michael pull out his suitcase to start packing as she starts cooking dinner she gets a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. When he started this tour, it wasn't that big of a deal because they weren't living together, but now that they were things were different. Both of them didn't want to admit how quickly they got used to seeing each other every night and having the comfort of knowing they would be there to hold them when they went to sleep. As Michael packs his clothes, each item he stuffs into the bag makes him realize that this is happening and is no longer just a thought for the future. As he zips up the bag, he looks around the bedroom looking for any remaining items he might have left behind. But all he can focus on is the noise of Holly downstairs in the kitchen cooking. It hurts him to leave her alone, especially since her mother has not contacted her since Holly's moving out. Having very few friends like him, he worries about what she will occupy her time with,...

Two weeks later, Holly sits crossed legged in John Branca’s office couch on a rainy Thursday afternoon trying to interview a potential manager. After three possible candidates, the only thing she has established is that her eyes are now beginning to hurt after all the eye rolling she has been doing in-between the candidate’s ass kissing. She knows what she is looking for and it is not these men who seem like “yes” people. Holly is looking for someone who makes an entrance, an impact and who will most importantly get the job done. John looks over at Holly who is staring off into space giving two shits at what the little, sweating, balding man is saying across from her. He gives her a slight nudge to the foot with his foot to make her pay attention. As the little man finishes up Holly sweetly smiles not saying one word. John clears his throat. “Thank you for coming in, Jeremy. We are still interviewing and should let you know as soon as we can.” The man weakly smiles before patting his receding forehead with his handkerchief before standing up and heading for the door quickly. “Don’t call us, we’ll call you,” Holly mumbles as he closes the door. John gives her a...

The next morning, Michael and Holly sit outside on their private balcony having breakfast in the warm sunshine. Both of them are silent but are saying so many things by the expressions on their faces. Periodically one will look up at the other over their coffee cups with a sly smile or a giggle, or give a subtle touch of the hand that makes shivers run up each other's spines. Michael and Holly feel so happy and content that it almost feels unreal or suspicious. To know both can go home together and face the harsh realities of life and their careers make getting up in the morning now seem easier and more enjoyable. “I can’t stop smiling,” Holly admits as she looks out towards the view of the lake in the distance where ripples are forming sporadically by the wind. “Me too, I don’t think I’ve slept so well in my entire life last night,” Michael adds looking at her with a daze. Even though nothing sexual happened, just her presence made it easy enough for him to sleep, which has become rare lately. “You think we can do that again when we get home?” Holly asks looking at him before she bashfully looks down at her plate of bacon and eggs. Just her saying the word home...

Three weeks later on the eve of her birthday, Holly is in her bedroom packing up the remaining items that aren’t too visible. As she packs a stuffed dog into one of her duffle bags she hears the muffled shouts of her parents arguing downstairs. Every time she hears it she still gets a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach just like she did when she was five years old. Because every time she heard the beginnings of an argument it was bound to turn violent. “One more night,” she mutters to herself as she grabs her clothes from the drawer and packs it in another suitcase. Suddenly the bellowing sound of shattered glass rings out in he ears making her stop. Her breathing hitches and she feels nauseous as more sounds of shattered glass and shouts come from below. A knock is at her closed bedroom door before Kenny’s head pops in. “Sis, can I come in?” She smiles at his calming presence. “Sure bro.” He comes in, shuts the door, and sits on the edge of her bed, which at the moment is the only empty spot on her bed. Kenny looks around the room, “It’s startin’ to look empty in here,” he mentions. She shrugs as she packs some tops in her suitcase. “Not bare...

Two weeks later, Holly sits crossed legged and crossed armed in front of a large mahogany desk as her lawyer John Branca looks over a new contract for Holly to sign. He looks up at her and pulls out a pen from his pocket and pushes it forward to her. “Now Holly, you do realize that the following contract will dissolve any ties your mother has as your manager on the day of your birthday.” Holly sits up and looks down at the contract with a serious eye before looking back up at him. “John, I may be young, but I’m shrewd when it comes to what I want and what I want is this. Now, where do I sign?” John sighs before pointing at the bottom of the page at the dotted line. “There and give the date and your initials as well. I’m assuming you want these served to her on your birthday?” Holly looks at John with a smirk, “Is there any other way to make my point?” John looks at her and shrugs as she signs the documents, “If you say so. Have you told Michael yet?” Holly puts down the pen and slides the documents back to him. “Michael knows everything these days,” Holly murmurs with a smile. “But right now he is preoccupied with Off the Wall and the house,” she...

Michael can’t sleep as he sits on his couch with The Twilight Zone running in the background of the television. It seems like lately, he can’t sleep and it seems to be getting worse as he gets older. His mind wanders with thoughts, fears, hopes, and of course music. Well, that’s what his mind usually is thinking about, tonight it’s about Holly. Michael can’t seem to erase the thought of them kissing each other and how it felt tonight. One thing was for certain; he wanted more and it intimidated him. He looks at his watch that reads three thirty a.m. The only other person who would be up too at this time would be his friend David who was also a night owl. Maybe they can go to that little diner they always visit where nobody recognizes him and Michael can for only a few short hours feel like another regular person. He grabs the phone receiver off the side table and punches David’s number on the phone. Michael can hear the rings till he can hear a grunt then David’s voice. “Hello?” David asks with his rough voice. “Hey its Mike,” Michael announces scratching the back of his head. “Hey what’s up?” “Can’t sleep again. You?” “Same, I’m watching a...

Well, I don't even know where to begin... I started on Fanpop back in 2008/2009 (somewhere around there), and during that time I really didn't have many friends. I was always viewed as a weirdo, or something stupid. I had a major obsession with Michael Jackson. It was his art, his music, how he put so much passion and soul into his ART. I loved it. It fascinated me, and always will. He was such a caring person, and people did him wrong. In a way, I felt like I could relate too... Keep in mind, I was only 12-13 years old at the time. (I'm 21 now, and my math skills really ain't good here, okay!!)

Anyway...

I've met some amazing people, and one of my best friends on here, who is still my best friend today, and like a sister to me. Koolkat-1104. Yeah... I will never forget the times we had on here. We still talk on Skype almost everyday when we're not busy, and have quite an amazing relationship. She's like a big sister to me, and it's amazing how we've grown as people.

The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as Holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fans are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her daisy duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others singing out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not by Michael’s doing. After the premiere Holly watched how Michael looked at Diana that told one simple fact – he loved her, plain and simple. He could never love her like that even if he did. That whole night had put a sour taste in her mouth and made her recoil from him even when he would call her every night to talk to her or invite her over to watch a movie. Michael was right; nothing would ever be the same between them ever again.

The days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months to nearly a year as Michael is away in New York. Whenever he wasn’t rehearsing or in a costume fitting, his mind always shifted back to Holly – wondering what she was doing, if she was alright or happy. There were so many times he wanted to call and talk to her, but every time he would Diana would want to talk to him or ask him for his help with the dance steps. When she did, everything else seemed to slip away as he reverted back to that star struck eleven-year-old boy once again, pining over a woman whom he could never have – who didn’t want him the way he wanted her. Diana was in his past and he had to move on and accept it, which made him think of what Diana said months ago about Holly not staying fourteen forever. She was going to grow up into a woman who would marry and possibly have kids with her own life, and the thought made Michael’s heartache. How would he actually feel if he saw her years down the road with another man holding her hand, kissing her forehead, and making her laugh? It nearly brought him to anger. Only he could make her laugh till she was doubled over, only he could hold her hand sweetly,...

Two months later, Holly has still been suffering from migraines. It always seems when she does she always finds a way to stay at Michael’s house because it makes her feel more comforted than her mom. Within a short amount of time so much has changed in the William household and at some moments Holly can’t handle the pressures, especially with her mom. One slow Thursday morning after Holly is finishing up her schooling at the dining room table, Mrs. Williams walks in with a brown moving box in her hands. “Holly, later today I’m going to need you to be scarce in the house as the movers will be bringing in the rest of the things.” Holly looks up from her English textbook and nods before going back to her work of diagraming complex sentences. “You know, you think you would be more excited of daddy, sissy, and Ollie moving in with us,” her mom remarks as she leaves the room. Holly doesn’t even bother to respond but instead rests her chin in her hand looking off into the distance of the large bay windows. For Holly, she was excited about seeing her family, but knowing that they were moving and selling her childhood home finally meant that this was now her new life, and...

One month later Holly is visiting Michael and his brothers at their variety show in Los Angeles. Since the visit at Michael’s house, Mrs. Williams has been pushing for Holly to visit Michael as much as he would permit, which would be all the time if Michael he could have it his way. But inviting her to the variety show is always a way to get Mrs. William to say yes. Within only a short amount of time, Holly has taken quickly to Michael. Now it would be unusual for Holly not to call him every night after his work to see how his day was. Her young innocence is a breath of fresh air for Michael, making him smile every time he thinks of her. Slowly but surely he has been chipping away at her strong exterior and trying to make like a regular kid – but he knows deep down that he is fighting a losing battle. Every time she leaves to go home and be with her mom he knows that she would be reverted back to being a mini adult.

Michael looks over at Holly sitting beside him in the backseat on the way back to Michael’s home. She is resting her head on his shoulder fast asleep he smiles at the sight. For only being two in the afternoon she is beyond tired. Their taping is...

Less than a week has passed since The Mike Douglas Show and Michael cannot get Holly out of his mind. Her bold yet angelic voice is still ringing in his ears. No matter what he has been doing she somehow manages to pop back into his mind where he tries desperately to shake it off, but to no avail. He was hoping she would stop by for a visit like he suggested, but nothing. Perhaps it was too forward of him? Maybe his niceness was misconstrued as creepy to Mrs. Williams. The thought has made him scratch his head multiple times. Luckily he has been working on songs to keep him occupied till the next event with his brothers. Plus being at home always is a nice distraction when his sisters are involved.

As Michael is sitting in the living room he can hear the makings of a pending argument between Janet and Latoya over a necklace. Michael can’t help but roll his eyes at the shouting of “It’s mine!” over and over again. He rubs his forehead and mutters “Oh God” at the noise. He looks up at their second floor “If you two stop shouting about this necklace I will buy one of you a new necklace, does not that sound good?” Janet and Latoya emerge to the side of the...

Not more than two minutes after the interview was over that Joseph began to push the boys off the stage into their dressing rooms so they could rush to the next event. It was always the next event for Joseph; no moment could ever be enjoyed. “I expect you boys to be out in that car in less than fifteen minutes, and if not, I will come looking for you.” From most fathers telling their teenage sons this it would be in a joking manner, but for Joseph Jackson – it was a promise. As soon as the dressing room door was shut, Michael felt like he could finally breathe. Away from the cameras, the lights, and the people he could just sit and think, especially about the way he was thinking of Holly.

Standing in front of the closet where his regular clothes were hanging, he began to disrobe – taking off his blazer first and hanging it nice and neat on a hanger that had a little piece of yellow paper sticking off of it that read Michael Jackson’s outfit. As he began to unbutton his shirt he heads the door to the dressing room crack open, making him quickly turn around and hold tightly to the next to last button he was about to open. It was Holly looking extremely...

On February 8th, 1977, Michael and his brothers appear on The Mike Douglas Show. Michael is standing in front of the lighted vanity in the gaudy orange deco dressing room, adjusting his suit lapel. He sighs and looks up at his pimple-ridden face, the dark makeup trying to conceal as much as it can, but it is still noticeable. Michael sticks his tongue out at his reflection, utterly hating how he looks. “Could you be anymore uglier?” He whispers to himself. “Michael! Are you ready?” Katherine walks in looking for him. “Yes mother,” he turns around and faces her as she stands by the door admiring her son. “You look so grown up. Here, your collar is messed up in the back." She comes up and begins to flip it back for him; she looks up at his face and smiles. “Why are you smiling like that?” "Nothing, you just look handsome, my baby is all grown up and doesn't need me anymore." She smiles a sad smile, telling herself to hold back tears. "That's not true; I'll always need you." “You say that now, but one day you will have a wife, and she will take care of you, as it should be.” Michael scoffs, "I'm not going to get married, mother, you know I only love performing,...

“Alright class we have a quiz today so I don’t want any of y’all messin around.. especially you Amira” said Mrs Taquisha. “Huh?”. “Huh means you can hear” said Mrs Taquisha. The students and her friends were laughing at Mrs Taquisha. “Gosh why’s your name Taquisha?” Said Amira giggling “It’s ghetto” said Amira. “Gurl do you want to get detention again” said Mrs Taquisha. “Nah I’m good, but nice try”. “What part of stop messin around do you not understand” said Mrs Taquisha. “The oh” Said Amira laughing. Then her twin sister named Amani was daydreaming about going to a Michael Jackson concert when she has gone to his concert for two years. “Amani! What a supriseeee” said Mrs Taquisha. “You know we have a quiz, and you’re just in some other planet just daydreaming about Michael Jackson like always.” Said Taquisha. “Gosh you’re funny acting aren’t ya?” Said Amira. “Shh-ut uuuuupa” said Amani trying not to get annoyed by her own twin sister. “Gurl I bet if you had a Michael Jackson quiz on your desk right now you would’ve had a one hundred” said Amira. “Alright class I’m about to pass out the quizzes so you...

“So you used to be married, and then divorced him?” said Michael Jackson. “Yeah I used to marry my husband, and then he was abusing me, but I also know how to fight.. when he beat it me up I beat him back.” said Tiffany Denise. Tiffany Denise was telling Michael Jackson how she used to be married, and divorced him. “I think you should move out of his house” said Michael Jackson. “That’s not his house that’s my house” said Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson and Tiffany Denise went to the backstage and said serious things. “Well Tiffany, but I think you should sell your house, or call the police, or you can stay over at my hotel.” said Michael Jackson. “Yeah I can do that and call the police” said Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson really loved Tiffany Denise since 1987, it’s been only two years since they were hanging out with each other a lot and Tiffany Denise said “Michael? You’re really a good man” said Tiffany Denise “I know I am... I was abused too when I was a little kid.. Joesph Jackson abused me, and kept beating me.” said Michael Jackson. “That’s so sad Michael, and I never knew that you would lose a childhood.” said Tiffany Denise...

“Michael.. Your girlfriend Tiffany is upset right now.. I think you should talk to her” said Symphony “Ok let me talk to her” said Michael Jackson walking to Tiffany’s room. Michael Jackson saw Tiffany crying and he said “Shhh.. it’s okay” Michael Jackson said kissing her on the cheeks. Tiffany Denise was still crying and said “Thank you Michael.. I just have a relationship issue with someone else who abused.. me” Tiffany Denise said while sniffing “I feel so bad for you Tiffany” Michael Jackson said. Michael Jackson put his arms around Tiffany and closed his eyes while Tiffany was crying. Michael Jackson whispered to her “Don’t worry I’ll protect you” Michael Jackson said. Tiffany Denise’s tears were faiding away, Michael Jackson wiped Tiffany’s tears away and said “You know.. I love you so much, and I haven’t gotten you anything yet, I probably will give you something sweet that’ll cheer you up” Michael Jackson said while rubbing her hair and back. Michael Jackson saw Symphony and Tiffany’s sister said “Did you cheer her up?” Symphony said. Michael Jackson said “Yes I’ve cheered her up, and she like told me that she was abused...

It was 9:00 AM three girls who were teenagers and their names was Amani,Amira,and Astrina they were sisters Amani and Amira were fraternal twins and Amani was watching a commercial of Michael Jackson that his concert was today. Amani got surprised and said “Hey you guys we should go to a Michael Jackson concert tuuuuday” Amira said “Wait a minute I’m not going to his concert with all them fans just shoving around me including you” Amani said “Oh shamone Mira we should go there” Amira and Astrina laughed. Their parents wasn’t home, but they didn’t give a crap where they are going, so Amani,Amira and Astrina went to the store and bought Michael Jackson tickets Amani got so excited that she wanted to go to his concert right now this early. Astrina said “I’m a get some plane tickets be right back you guys” Amani said “Hold up we need our cameras to video tape Michael Jackson” Amira said “Hell nah! Think that in yo head gurl” Amani said “Shut your jealous ass I mean uhhh..” Amira said “Got nothin to say I see” Amira trying not to laugh. The three teenage girls went on the plane, and when it landed they were there waiting for the ticket line to...

It was morning time, and it was 1987 Michael Jackson was getting ready to head out to the door to go to his stage, but when he was about to go he heard a phone call from his manager Frank Dileo. Frank Dileo called Michael Jackson and said “Hey Michael the concert is at Yokohama” Michael Jackson said “Okay”. Michael Jackson went on his plane, and when the plane landed his fans were all over there screaming “MICHAEL!!” Michael Jackson had to hurry up to his concert. When the concert started he saw a beautiful woman who had curly hair,red lipstick,and a Jean jacket on he saw her in the front row and kept looking at her, and she smiled right at him Michael Jackson was singing she’s out of my life. When he sung she’s out of my life he said “Can I come down there?” and one of the security guards picked that same woman up that Michael Jackson was looking at he hugged and kissed her on the cheeks. Michael Jackson whispered to her ear “I love you so much meet me while the concert is over” he said. The fans screamed when they saw him whispering in her ear. While the concert was over he saw her walk by he said “Hey I like you” he said, and the woman said “I like...

My History Starts when i was 4 years old and my parents were whatching tv and then appears Thriller on Tv.
I was really scared but i really loved the song.
Then when i was 5 years old my aunt gave me a MJ cd with all his music videos (i specially fell in love with the "Bad" music video, i think he looks so sexy in it) I was obssesed with that cd, i even used to listen it every day.
Then i forgot Michael's music for years.
But now i am a huge fan of his music, im in love with him.
I feel embarrassed to say to my friends that i love MJ so its a secret. Well thats all
PS: sorry for my english but my original language its spanish